"Put more weight in your right leg, don't lean on the left too much. Thunder forms are made for quick movements, leaning on one side could make your aim worse." Denis lectures at him and taps spots on Zeno's legs with a wooden bokken.
The taps were delivered with probably more pressure than actually necessary to correct his position. Zeno complies and shifts his form and the position feels better but somehow harder. His muscles are too undeveloped to feel natural in the position and for it to not feel hard to maintain.
His wooden sword is in a sheath line position and he tries to understand how the first form of thunder breathing works. He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. Breath slowing yet quickening. His fathers stare is obvious now. He feels full of energy and ready to just push himself and launch himself forward and swing-
"Very good, you'll be better than this old man in the forms at such a speedy rate." His father laughs and Zeno falls out of his stupor. He glances at his hands and realizes that.
Wow.
These forms are amazing.
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Gentle Old Eyes
FanfictionSetsuna blinks, then gapes with her mouth open, unshed tears glinting in her eyes. Her expression twists as she closes her eyes and the tears start running. She whimpers and launches herself to hug Zeno, and proceeds to mumble to his shoulder. Zeno...
